incandescens | slept in, sigh

So, um. Let's not talk about plans for the day, given that I slept through a large amount of it. (Really must do something about this sleep pattern.)

However, I do intend to jump out of bed and leap into action tomorrow with regard to mortgage negotiation. I think I'll manage it, as well. After all, on Sunday I simply can't do it, so oversleeping isn't too bad, but during the working week that excuse fails to exist.

It has struck me that if I did own this flat myself, I could seriously consider getting a cat. I'm putting this thought on one side for later. Still . . .

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To a Cat

Mirrors are not more wrapt in silences
nor the arriving dawn more secretive;
you, in the moonlight, are that panther figure
which we can only spy at from a distance.
By the mysterious functioning of some
divine decree, we seek you out in vain;
remoter than the Ganges or the sunset,
yours is the solitude, yours is the secret.
Your back allows the tentative caress
my hand extends. And you have condescended,
since that forever, now oblivion,
to take love from a flattering human hand.
you live in other time, lord of your realm -
a world as closed and separate as dream.

-- Jorge Luis Borges